Summary: An extremely horny Gwen is desperate to get creampied into a pregnant mess. Leaving Miles to contemplate his responsibilities as Spider-Man and balancing the fate of the multiverse.
Content Tags: Blow Jobs, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Large Cock, Large Breasts, Large Ass, Cock Worship, BBC, Interatrial, Breeding, Pregnancy, Degradation, Dirty Talk
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"Spider-Man. I swear ya deserve some kinda big freaking reward for the work all the work you do here." Said an underworked cop whose only heavy lifting tonight would be paperwork as the latest robbery attempt was already neatly under control. A half dozen henchmen had been subdued and neatly restrained through the help of web coating pinning them to the ground. Weapons disarmed and money secured back within the confines of the bank.
"Don't mention it. Just trying to do whatever a guy can to save the neighborhood." Spider-Man humbly commented from his perched position on top of a streetlight. Giving the cop a wave before leaping into the skyline. Sending the hero's signature webbing to the closest building surface Miles Morales rushed away from a job well done. By this hour it was getting late and he would have to sneak back home to avoid any suspicion.
Swinging his way across the city Miles moved with incredible super-human agility. Finding his landing zone as two powerful feet landed atop a building half a block from his home. Reaching underneath an upturned vent Spider-Man took hold of a hardly hidden backpack containing access to his civilian clothes and true identity as Miles Morales. Dismantling his mask, he dug into his baggage to pull out a stack of papers rather than non-spandex clothing. The contents of the first piece of crinkly notebook page were a stylistically drawn pink heart that held the initials 'MM + GS' within.
"Save the day hero?" GS called knowing this rooftop as a common location for Spider-Man to change clothing. The feminine figure was a superhero just like him. Enhanced with incredible power thanks to the help of a spider bite. However, this spider-being was from a different universe and didn't exactly belong in this version of Earth. She leaned against the building's fire escape; arms crossed together underneath a set of perky full breasts. Gwen's triple D tits could be made easily distinguishable from the tight spandex that had looked aesthetically adjacent to Miles'.
"I'd like to think so." The black suit dawned by the teen had also been forming fitting and revealing a muscular form that managed to be equal parts agile as it was toned. His feminine counterpart leaped from her relaxed position. Costume just as tight-fitting but revealing entirely excessive features differing from the toned teen. "Not a lot of 2-bit criminals can measure up to Spider-Man."
"I know I'd sure like to measure up Spider-Man." Gwen said in a salaciously teasing tone. Each of her steps forward had been met with a rippling jiggle, sending a quaking ripple along a toned body that's shapeliness was only outmatched by a spandex stretching plumpness. Her boobs would be the first thing to have noticed Infront but on the plumper side of her toned body was a set of wide hips that jut out from a thin tight waist. Each curvy excess of her sides spread farther than her shoulders with thick thighs that looked especially decadent within her costume.
Closing in along Spider-Mans 'web shooter' Gwen dislodged her mask just as the man she was in conference with. Her lip-biting grin with eyes fluttering in waves of their own told him much more about the mood than a curvy bouncing body.
"Is that so? I think I know a nice wet measuring tool that's perfect for that job." Miles said with an equally flirtatious look ready to pounce upon the adorable blonde and all of her plump features. It was Gwen who closed the shrinking gap as a lunge sent her body forward and arms wrapping around his neck, smashing the exposed faces together and locking lips. They took no time to start dabbling with each other tongues against one another, spending equally less time to move each's hands to one another's bodies.
While Gwen pawed her way towards an increasingly hard bulge her heavy tits pressed into Miles's, squishing into his muscular chest. However puffy and soft her tits had been against his muscular chest he did have a particularly favorite aspect of her voluptuous body. Hand breezed along her hips to sink right into her backside. Gwen's tits were entirely incapable of the sheer volume of ass she had tucked into her tights. Fleshy canyon enveloped Miles's fingers as he clenched for a squeeze. Running his hand along its wide circumference he dug his hand into the rounded arch of her ass to lift making it bounce and then sending open palm back to it for a seismic jiggle.
The spank sent Gwen's groin forward to grind into the foot-long cock she groped and jiggled to full hardness. Miles was on the verge of discarding the love notes to take each huge cheek into his grasp but the wet make-out session was cut short by a reminder of what he was holding. "Like the notes? I stuffed your backpack so you'll stuff me." Gwen sunk to her knee's yanking down the bottoms of his black uniform, fishing out the socket stuffer any one of her measuring holes would be happy to receive.
Miles glanced back to the stack of paper as Gwen's mouth went to work on his cock. Flipping to the next page with this new doodle a cartoonish depiction of his cock. Surrounding the drawn cock was dozens of hearts while the blonde was developing an adaptation of her art by sending kisses along his shaft. "Gwen...You really can't take a single day without me huh." Miles said looking from under the doodles to see the cock hungry blonde brimming with wide-toothed pride, smiling as she clung her face to his rod. Almost wholesome and adorable as the two had not spent a day not fucking each other thinking, not of the consequences that came from hoping between universes.
Gwen plunged her vacant mouth towards her man filling the lonely space with the huge black cock she adored so much. Miles let out a pleased moan and continue sifting through the cock worship she expressed via art. A vivid picture of the two-spider enhanced superhuman's clinging to the ceiling as both naked participants slammed against one another. It was a perfect depiction of the first time they ever had sex with each of their desires delving into further flesh-craving depravity with each milky load and intense orgasm between the two.
Miles groaned giving a small thrust of his hips to send his cock further between lips outstretched around throbbing can thick girth. Gwen happily took to the additional pleasure of cock prodding her throat with Miles running his hair delicately along with her shoulder-length hair. A loving affirmation of her far stronger love for his huge cock. He ventured further as she snacked on his dick.
Next up was a drawing of her hairless pussy, being entirely stretched from Mile's black cock with ripe balls mid-swing with an accurate representation of their huge fist-sized roundness. What hadn't been accurate was the cum splashing out of her snatch. Not that it was an excessive amount with the cream pie dripping from his pussy clenched cock and splashing out of her holes. Miles had a fruitful production of semen that Gwen's throat could attest to. The deviation from reality was that he simply refused to blast off raw like that.
At least as far as Gwen's tight pussy hole was concerned with Mile's not even trusting the pullout method anymore and only partaking in protected vaginal sex. The latex made him nervous enough as it was with even the largest of sizes struggling to contain his girth. He never veered from the contraceptive even with boxes spent as discarded sleeves pollute whatever area they take for fuck sessions. Gooey sockets overflowing with several liters' worth of chunky baby better that Gwen couldn't help but feel jealous of. Having to settle for her asshole to get a direct injection from Miles as she was happy to receive his magnificent length in anyone of his holes even if the only one, he wouldn't bust into felt increasingly needy for fertilization. Miles hoped this explicit doodle was only that with breeding fantasies best left in the confines of paper and pencil.
The picture following it was less subtle with a similar drawing now showing an exaggerated x-ray of her insides being even further stuffed with cum. Her a hentai-worthy depiction of her womb being especially stuffed with the confines of her stomach looking as if it was expanding. "Gwen this is..." Her only response to his hesitance was to make a quick and sudden attempt to suck even harder. Burying every inch of foot-long cock down her throat causing a gasp Miles bit his lip feeling the warm grip of her well-trained throat. Tingling from his piss slit, along his shaft and right down to the base where soft silky lips kissed his pelvis. Enjoying the blowjob to speak about these lewd incentives.
Gwen's follow-up masterpiece was far less lewd but even less subtle. A simple condom wrapper with a big red X over it. Miles let out a groan, aggravated but still enticed with the mouth furiously sifting along with his fuck stick. Soaking every inch with warm spit. Miles quickly tossed this anti-condom propaganda to be met with another page of sickness. Gwen and Miles stood together with a swelling pregnant belly of an entirely pregnant Gwen. Standing Infront of the two had been a baker's dozen tiny spider children clad in iconic blue and red tights. Miles sweat nervously, irrationally questioning himself if mouths could get pregnant as he watched a groaning mess in the process of milking his dick.
Flipping to the next page a familiar picture of his cock very much like the second page of her love notes. Instead of playful hearts the cock was surrounded by spastic scribbles of varying sizes reading 'breed me' surrounding any space on the paper that wasn't occupied to depicting Miles' cock. He had heard of girls dropping hints but fuck was this desperate mating sow dropping nukes. Hydrogen bombs had nothing on the quadric shit ton of cum she needed to be plunged into her mating hole. Knowing the thick balls her chin was smacking against was entirely capable of sending artillery of nut butter to radiate her into a cream-stuffed pregnant mess.
"Gwen!" Miles moaned out but was quitted again at the increased intensity of her cock sucking. His lower half was left trembling causing both his voice and superpowered legs to falter from the intense feeling of concave throat running its slimy cock molded grip back and forth his length. Miles wanted to scold these risqué desires but he couldn't speak and could hardly even take a second glance at the papers he was holding.
One depraved note was left. but it seemed like he was closing on the last one which seemed to be of a slightly different size than the stack. This wasn't a hand-drawn piece but instead a torn-out page from a textbook. A realistic diagram of the female reproductive system with a red marker circling the womb with a big bold 'please?' written above it.
Both Spider-Heroes could certainly take a beating amongst the noise of criminals and superpowered villains but the way Gwen bashed her face into Mile's pelvis made her face swell with a blushing red under layers of slobbering spittle that splashed out from her lips with each forceful shove of her lip's inwards. Saliva wasn't even capable of interacting with the laws of gravity as any greasy spit that slipped down to her chin was sent bursting into the small space between her head and his groin. Touching down on every skillfully deep slam of cock she forced down her throat sending several strings of cock infused mouth grease between.
Managing to even soak her forehead in the depraved juices she was devoting to his cock.
The dedication she was giving to lovingly milk his cock was a filthy sight that sent him over the edge. She was in utter admiration for Miles' big black cock even if it wouldn't impregnate her. Miles couldn't help but unload. She clenched at the fabric of his suit, pulling towards her as he polished her digestive track with white sludge. She may have been from another universe but her mind was transcending dimensions from devastating worship of black cock and its delicious white breeding goo that she was thankful to be fed in any capacity.
"Gwen I... I..." Miles was panting as the soft lips slowly retreated from his cock, puffy cheeks hollowing as she made an active effort to suck any extra droplets of cum down to a stomach already filled with a liter worth. He took a glancing study of the suggestive notes his fuck partner gifted to him. She sucked more than cum from his balls as his brain was left in a blissful daze not even knowing what the contents of the pages meant. Trying to transcribe the very unsubtle drawings Miles's cum drained brain was thrown for another loop as he looked up at the shifty slut who was in utter desperation to be bred.
Gwen perched herself up to a vent with her torso standing tall but knee's spread on the surface leaving her bubble butt hanging off the makeshift stool. Each globous cheek was hanging over the edge with a tear in the fabric of her clothing leaving a wide opening to her exposed cunt ready to fuck. She rocked back and forth on her knees to further entrance her hung hero and give him a show of the thing she was well aware how Miles had an equal amount of worship for her ass as she did his cock. Clark Kent had kryptonite but Miles Morales had an endearing weakness for huge white ass. Never failing to make him hard his cock was revived watching in stunned amazement as her butt jiggled so openly and freely even within the confines of her costume.
"C'mon Spider-Man... my mommy hole is waiting." Gwen whined twerking her ass making a tacit signal for Miles to mount her.
Miles grabbed his heavy cock. Aiming it towards her like a weapon. Her fat ass continued to siren to him as he entirely forgot of the ramifications of ramming her guts without a condom. Her cunt was dripping with wet moisture sliding from down her pussy lips spilling down in a thin waterfall towards the ground. As he inched closer, he was caught off guard by the diagram of a uterus on the ground. The ass drunk superhero had furloughed on the brain function to even know what it was but an intrigued second glance as he managed to get his eyes off her ass once more made him think about what was happening. His mind came back to him as he could mentally function enough to understand that the picture of a uterus. Looking up he saw the soaking cunt to now understand that the picture he had looked at and targeted his cock making for was the same thing he was about to bulldoze into.
"Gwen..." Miles said reviving his hazy thought pattern. He would fuck that hole but no way was he going to get her pregnant. He backed away leaving Gwen a whiney desperate mess to go back into his backpack and fish out the condoms he always kept handy. Two full boxes of condoms had been left torn to shreds. "Is this your work Picasso?"
"Whatever do you mean?" She giggled while her ass jiggled. Mile's glared letting his backpack and ruined condoms go.
"Gwen c'mon. Y'know I can't do that. I'm not ready to be a dad at 18 among other... trans-dimensional issues."
"The only dimension I want to be in is one where that fat black cock pukes a couple of babies right into my sick little fuck hole."
"Gwen... we like shouldn't even be doing this in the first place," Miles said while growing conscious with an erection still in his hand. "We didn't get our MIS devices for nothing and I don't want to mess anything else up," The devices in question had been specifically designed by Otto Parker of Universe S-31. An emergency tool to travel along the multiverse given in the case of only absolute emergency. A sentiment entirely ignored by both Miles and Gwen the moment Otto returned to his universe. Both abuse the power of dimension-hopping daily to fuck each other for hours.
"Ugh fine. I hate that whole moral integrity thing you do. Don't you know how hot it is when you try to NOT wreck the universe?"
"I am Spider-Man after all."
"Now come here over here Mister Spider... Come wreck my shithole with that fat black cock." Gwen further ripped her suit giving him a view of her tight pink rim. Gwen was well aware any attempt to be bred was a hail Mary but always happy to offer any hole for a pound session.
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"Hey, Rhino when I said use your head I meant try thinking! That wasn't a hint to smash your tiny brain through 20 tons of concrete!" Miles jeered as his stone-muscled opponent rampaged through amid battle devastating an in-progress skyscraper. Spider-Man would have to make sure no possible civilians were unintended collateral in the fight. Rhino was a dangerous mass of destructive power encased in an indestructible suit that gave his tank-like stature an extra layer of intimidation.
Miles was having a particularly off day even as he shouts taunting quips to his opponent. Each one of his punches, kicks and venom strikes were met with an immediate retaliation, with oversized fists hurled at skull-cracking force to the agile superhero. Each of Rhino's counterattacks had him closer to predicting Spider-Man's retreating defenses. Rhino sure was using his head but the screaming rage easily distracted from that point.
"Tiny spiders know nothing about head games!" Rhino yelled charging forward.
"Tell that to the slut throating my dick last night." Miles whispered as this quip was just a little too unfriendly for the neighborhood's Spider-Man.
In a quick play Miles double-backed, launching himself in the opposite direction of his opponent's overwhelming charge. Rhino was simply too heavy to make a simple stop and was left to pile forward until charging through the nearest developing surface within the construction site. Spider-Man took the advantage of the tank's momentum took as he clung to a web around a lunging leg and let the force of his movement send him swinging around Rhino's body before he managed to further destroy any walls. His plan was a total success, managing to wrap his legs together sending the Rhino tumbling forward. What Mile didn't account for was the villains landing zone which they happened to share.
Spider-Man would easily be able to leap out of the way if his leg wasn't caught in a swift clutch. Rhino pulled the small child inwards as only his legs were incapacitated with his arms very much free to pluck Spider-Man mid-jump. Mile's felt the crushing weight of every overwhelming pound Rhino and his costume had to offer. The body crumbled from underneath Rhino acted fast to pin the Spider even further so he could bash into his head with a powerful fist.
Rearing his fist backward, Rhino cocked an arm for maximum power to end Spider-Man's failing consciousness. Before an attack could land onto Miles a sudden web had clung to his wrist. Unlike the web that had wrapped around his legs, this couldn't just be dislodged with a couple of yanks. This was so much stronger and solid as the support beam on the other end of the web was sooner bent than released from it. Rhino would simply have to take the beam with him as he jerked an arm around continuing to weaken the structure. The resistance was stopped as another web clung to his back, soon sending her body flying backward and off of Miles.
A third and final web its way to the Rhinos his leg, propping his giant body off the ground like a tangled puppet. He jerked and flailed but couldn't distribute his power to any of the powers holding him in awkward bondage. Without notice, hundreds of small spider drones crawled their way along the webbing. Converging to his body each of the drones commenced their intended protocol and sent an electrifying shock throughout the Rhino's suit and directly into his body with enough wattage to incapacitate him.
A disorientated Miles looked up as a normal-sized human and savior loomed over him. "G-Gwen?..." He questioned not able to make out a heavy bust nor phat ass.
"Oh, you wish, Spider-Stud." Said the stinging voice of a scorned man. The voice was hoisted above the ground propped up by 8 thin mechanical arms, not unlike Doc Ock.
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"Emergencies Mr. Morales! The Micro-conducted Interdimensional Stabilizer is meant for emergencies ONLY! When I gave this to you and Gwen, I expected you to use or not use it responsibly. I DIDN'T INTEND FOR EITHER OF YOU TO ABUSE IT TO GET LAID!" Yelled Otto Parker atop the post-battle building. He was not exactly a Peter Parker nor Spider-Man as most of his power came from wildly advanced intellect and technology. In his universe, Otto had developed many useful proclivities such as the MIS device and the eight green metal arms that lift him from the ground carrying his muscular body. He may have been a total mega-brained super nerd but was still enhanced with the affliction of a spider bite. Despite having a similar form and level of strength as Miles the issues of Otto's earth could often be dealt with through technology and diplomacy without a battle. Deeming him the title of Professor Web-Head. However, this new issue would be in dire need of something more than a lecture and engineering.
"...You don't understand..." Miles said not able to come up with any excuse better than how amazing her ass was, inside and out. The loud chiding would have sent a splitting echo to Miles's aching body but Otto's Spidermed kit made quick work of recovery Miles beaten head and spine having him in full health in a matter of minutes.
"Understand?! What is there to possibly understand Mr. Morales? Do you EVEN know what the multiverse is or do you believe atoms to just be some guy you know?" Despite Otto's mostly pacifistic tenure as a superhero he still dawned a tight-fitting suit of spandex. Entirely white with a unique iconic spider symbolized on his chest. Wrapping around his torso matching the same lime green that matched the eyes of his mask.
"Yeah, I do! I think... Look I saved the multiverse once and I can save it again?" Miles said with little confidence in his voice. He was no shlub when it came to science but Otto's advanced intellect and anger made him feel like nothing more than a fool mixing coke with mentos, especially since the mess he made of Gwen's bodies daily.
"Even if it means saying Farwell to the female spider being and all that sex?" Otto asked unimpressed with Miles's one-time victory of saving the multiverse.
"Well..."
"See what you've done here by not being able to keep your greasy hormonal paws to yourself is serious. In-between your dimension in Gwen's is now a Quantum Tether. Where an individual universe is a transfixed location beyond space and time the Quantum Tether irreversibly connects your two worlds. Right next to each other, abreast in the atomized multiverse. This alone isn't quite bad as it makes travel between each other far simpler than the MIS is concerned but the downfall is that the tether is causing a rapid shift of cellular decay. Essentially take it that each dimension is closing in on each other, rapidly. Each galaxy sucking into each other getting so dangerously close that you will be no longer adjacent but atop one another causing an entire implosion among both realities. Heard of splitting atoms? Well, this would cause nuclear fission on a solar scale, devastating both universes in an instant. The hubris of you two to let things get this far out of control has truly left me dumbstruck..."
"I dunno dude I heard you say breast, sucking, and dump truck. And those are all terms I associate with Gwen and kinda how I got in this mess."
"Mr. Morales!!!"
"What!? We can fix this right? In a way that doesn't entirely split me from Gwen?" Miles shrugged clinging to all hope that he didn't have to part with the girl he was so well infatuated with. "What if we whip up like a quantum cock ring? Or maybe like an atom stabilizing lubricant that also happens to be cherry flavored?"
"Grrr..."
"C'mon Otto what would you do if you were my age?"
"I wouldn't be thinking with my hormones alone Mr. Morales. When was your age when I developed the little pouch, you snacked down saving hundreds of thousands of lives in malnourished nations that now thrive with active economies."
"Yeah, Otto but... pussy dude."
"Mr. Morales I'm afraid you have copulated your way into a broken universe."
"But pussy..." Miles said in a shrill voice.
"Vagina indeed Mr. Morales. This universe and the next might be doomed but alas, its fate isn't irreversible. I think you'll be thrilled at how you two need to fix this?"
"Pussy?"
"Pussy..."
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Miles made his way home to fix the two-failing universe. Not even bothering to retrieve his travel bag as he would have to make quick work of dimension-hopping to tend to business with Gwen. They were the only two in the infinite multiverse able to solve this issue and Miles moved with nervous excitement to reach his lover and counterpart. The plan couldn't be more perfectly favorable for Gwen. It seemed after countless safely discarded jizz blasts densely crammed into various holes that weren't her womb was coming to a closure point.
The only thing that could save them now was a being from both universes. A stabilizing measure to calm the tethered shift in quantum reality. Taking a combined effort of two individual members from each universe and producing a mixture of the two. Simply put Gwen was going to get her sloppy pussy raw fucked and bred until a fine interatrial spawn of the two pops out of her pregnant body. To save the multiverse of course.
He climbed through the window of his bedroom ready to collect Otto's device and meet Gwen with the sweet surprise of treating her body like a twinkie. Emerging from the window a sultry voice called to Miles, informing him that no travel was necessary.
"Have you heard the good news?" Gwen purred, already to mend the universes they had fucked into catastrophe. Her naked body sank into a desk chair with spread thighs sending her legs up and inward tucked past the chair's arms leaving her shins skyward and knee's just over her shoulders. Her arms had entirely autonomy to squeeze her round tits as they lay prominent over her contorted torso, even more, capable of playing with her pussy which she was already dribbling with a soak in anticipation for Miles' return. Gwen's breeding maw and ass dragged off the edge of the seat with both holes as easily accessible as ever before.
"Uh what good news?" Miles said reflexively hardening as he saw the bare hole ready to be bred and destroyed.
"That your dirty personal fuck sleeve is in heat and needs black jizz to breed her womb." Gwen cheered with an honest smile. Whether she knew of the danger involved between the two's universe was entirely irrelevant. Whether Otto scolded her or not she was in desperate need of Miles's raw cock overstuffing her needy pussy.
"To save the multiverse?" Miles asked if the question even mattered, already dismantling his identity of spiderman with each piece of spandex escaping his body.
"What does the multiverse have to do with this? All I want is you, Miles. You and that cock and that fertile baby batter. I don't care if a thousand interdimensional tethers need to bust and break. As long as I'm with you I'm happy. Now please come burst and break my body, it belongs to you and I need to my hung Spider-Man."
The sentiment was oddly wholesome for a girl actively masturbating. Her swell of sunken ass flesh dripped with beads of fuck hungry cunt nectar seeping out of an increasingly desperate pussy. A faucet of girl squirt ran down plump cheeks and meaty thighs that collected in a bundle of smooth pale flesh pushed slightly outward from the seat. An occasional string of pussy juice would stray from its race down her huge ass and sink to a puffy pink rim that was left mildly agape. Her bowel was still recovering from last night's anal pounding. The new context mattered not of gaping assholes nor cum hungry mouth. Gwen's gushing gash was the only thing that mattered in the room, world, multiverse.
Miles inched forward resting his heavy balls between her unmoving legs. They had waited too long for this moment and he wanted to savor the absolute beauty of Gwen's needy depravity. Resting his length along with her bent torso his cock stuck up to against soft mushed together tits. Gwen quickly moved his big black cock from her cleavage and began to kiss at his piss slit. The shaky falter amongst her body told Miles everything he needed to know. His balls alone had been soaked just grinding against her need-to-breed slit. She gazed up with a twinkle in her eyes, absolute submission and desire while her tongue twisted around the ridges of cock flesh.
Miles soon moved his cock from her mouth only to drill forcefully downward. His cock gored into Gwen's tight pussy almost causing her to tear up in sheer happiness. Intaking his raw length with a sliding grace her hole was wet enough to moisturize every inch on immediate penetration. His length rang into her with a forceful knock into her uterus with each thrust causing an entirely different decibel of moan playing her panting mouth like an instrument. She was still waiting patiently for all 12 inches to pound her cunt and bury itself into the home that would house his semen then children. A particularly swift squat sent his foot of meat right into her cock hungry depths, plowing a bulbous tip right into her needy womb.
"Gahhuhh! YES!" Gwen screeched as she let her black fuck partner take entire control of her tightly positioned body. "Fuck my whore cunt into a fresh preggo Mommy! Slap my womb with your baby dump! Breed me, Miles!" Gwen cried out as Miles stirred her insides to his lengths limit. Battering her womb with each brutal motion of his hips. Pulling back was only leaving Gwen's griping cunt lips to outstretch in gripping pulling only for his cock to come crashing back into her folds.
The pleasure of tight vaginal walls squeezing his raw cock was a pleasure Miles nearly forgot about. Any of Gwen's holes had been a thrilling joy to fuck but now he would not need to worry about holding back. He reached out to squeeze one of her heavy tits that filled the folding space on her torso. Clenching his hand at the soon-to-be milk factories Miles only prepped his weight onto her to posture a grip for further force. "I'm going to fuck up your messy uterus you slutty cow."
Gwen's eyes rolled in irreverent joy as her man barked such pussy pleasing threats. She was already on the brink of orgasm but simply forced herself to contain it as the clandestine blast of cum was worth waiting the aching moments longer as Miles drilled into her with increasing fury. The powerful fuck session quickly turned into a squatting-induced beating session pairing Miles's foot-long dick with Gwen's thirsty womb. Her entire body was wracked with force as he thrust in enough force to make her feel his cock tingle her brain. She moaned out for more with drool splashing from her gaping grin bubbling into a wet mess at the side of open lips.
Heavy balls pounded against her bubbly upturned ass sending waves of jiggle to her plump flesh along with muscle toned body crashing against her shapely squish with increasing brutality. He was sending his cock to her needy hole at a speed and force only capable by someone of their spider-enhanced strength. If her foundation wasn't equally superpowered her pelvis may be entirely damaged. However, any amount of cunt bruising was worth what Miles black fuck meat had for her.
Gwen squirts into a dizzying mess the instant she felt chunky cock nectar splash into the bruised pathway of her womb. It was finally happening and she could feel especially plentiful load stuff her insides as she sent a shot of femcum against her torso and tits splashing even Miles who sunk all the way in to breed her.
The orgasm was nearly ruined mid cumshot as her body fell downward with the collapse of the chair she was spread into. The fucking was simply too powerful and Miles demolished the furniture as he erupt. Sending his throbbing cock out of her pussy spitting out as it throbbed forward, no longer using her twat as a semen vessel. Sticky rope gushing forward to splash at her thighs and torso as even the lack of her pussy walls couldn't stop his bust.
Both had heaved, bodies marked with a mixture of each other's sweat and fuck juices Gwen's legs yet to un-spread making even an oozing slop hole look inviting as white sludge cascaded out. Sure, she was probably filled with enough goop to fertilize her eggs but that was entirely beside the point. They were both drunk with desire and each member equally knew that flesh-hungry eyes needed no words to know that there was far more to come.
Miles clutched the swelling mess that was Gwen. Her messy cunt was still in throbbing heat and only hungrier for more cum as the liters worth already stuffing her was only an appetizer for the gallons she knew Miles was capable of. His hands sunk under her thighs, hauling her with ease while flexible legs pushed even further back locking around her neck. He carried her body, compacted to make her even further akin to a living cock sleeve more than ever. "Are you gonna fuck me up? Skewer my bits? Breed me?!!" She asked with fluttering eyes. Even with her body bundled up, she was still a flirtatious mess helpfully deprived of fat black fuck-tower.
Miles brought his portable semen ditch against the wall. Climbing upwards where he planted his feet to stick to while balancing her bouncy ass on his thighs. "You bet I am whore. Your all mine until this universe collapses or not. I'm gonna bury every inch in until my balls can't feed your baby hole anymore." Miles's lips smacked onto hers with a synchronized return into her insides.
Gwen moaned out feeling her cream puffed pussy fucked once again. Hardly capable of kissing but still managing to jut out her tongue and lap at the insides of Miles's cheeks. Lips smacking mid fuck with equally sloppy twist and turn of their wet tongues. Making out was becoming an increasingly difficult dance aside from mutual moaning with Miles sending upwards thrusts bouncing her bundled body towards the ceiling. The smash of his hips sent her along his shaft only to crash into the base of his dick flesh. Miles took advantage of his powers to send her up, meeting her descent with an equally brutal thrust inwards sending her back up every time.
"Fuck I'm useless without your cock!" She screamed out as the intense flailing of her body was too much to keep making out with each other. Her tits bounced along with her body. Miles would send occasional bites and sucks to her perky pink nipples but was ultimately unreliable in suckling at his fuck fuzzy target.
He stuck his hand to either side of Gwen, latching on the wall with his spider powers with an even greater grip. Miles switched up his skyward thrusts to make a more direct forward push of his hips. This didn't send her body soaring upwards but instead caught her in a tight pin as cock mercilessly pounded her. She already had a womb stirred with cum and felt it needless to hold out an orgasm for the next chunky baby dump.
Miles dug in, secreting the load she wanted as there was no furniture to falter and ruin the breeding cream pie she wished for. Gwen screamed out for more and more as his superpowered hold on her body was forcefully secured to let every drop spray directly into her womb. She could feel a plentiful warmth as his cunt buried cock spewed inside her. Managing to get the full blast as her tight-toned stomach swelled into a cum filled paunch. Even if he was balls deep it still couldn't help but spurt out excess from her squirting twat.
Finding their way down both fuck flurried teens retreat to his bed. The mating spot amongst the wall left a cratering dent as Miles humped her massive ass into it simply too hard and fast. Just under the crater left a splotchy stain of white that dripped down right under the damage Gwen's rear had done to the wall. Neither Gwen nor Miles were concerned with the increasing damage to the room as the only thing preoccupying Gwen's mind was the collateral semen dump her womb deserved from the bits each cum blasts that weren't buried inside her.
With a stomach ripe and fertilized she straddled Miles. Her stomach jaunts out with the beginnings of pregnant swell forms the sheer gallon's worth of fuck jelly absorbed into her innards. The swell in her stomach was outmatched by both the perky round her tits with all three round lumps where outmatched entirely ass cheeks far rounder than even some soon to be mommies in their third trimester. Making sure to face that lovely bouncing bubble butt to Miles as he lay back to watch.
Hotdogging his massive shaft as her equally excessive ass enveloped his shaft between plump crevice between her cheeks. Gwen made a teasing grind against his dick arching her phat behind in mouthwatering motion only for Miles to send an open spank towards her teasing flesh. Each new smack sent a rippling agitation along her ass meat causing a flurry of moans at an increasingly aggressive onslaught of spanking. "Fuck! I'm gonna give you all the fucking ass you need Miles! Just breed my pathetic fucking hole."
"Then hop the fuck on you dumb cow. Is your pregnancy brain already making you stupid enough to forget the only use for your pussy? If you want my fucking babies then you better work for it and milk this dick good bitch." Miles replied sending a particularly harsh smack to match his tone.
Gwen whimpered into a melting mess. The sheer demand to be made as his breeding hole was a dream come true. She planted her feet along his sides, dipping down into a squat. Sliding her greasy well fucked cunt down his shaft and plunging his cock well inside her freshly pregnant womb once again. Her ass meat was entirely too huge as it plopped down to Miles' groin resulting in his hips being enveloped in her pillowy flesh.
Each dip and dive onto his cock sent cum swirling around her womb. His cock mixed her jizz swelled stomach like coffee. The only mocha that she would be producing was incoming in 9 months from interracial love forging a Mulato miracle. Miles watched the grand show as his breeding bitch squat a relentlessly huge ass onto his cock. Feeling the tightness of her cunt walls dredge his length in tandem with his own tightly packed seed as lube. Despite the intense force he used to fuck her twice already he was still far from spent as there were no more reservations between the two. They were breeding to save the universe but all of that was lost motivation from the sheer desire plunging off into each other harder and harder.
Her ass quaked in heavy smacks into him. Her ass was two bombs of bouncy flesh and fuck was she reigning down artillery on the Normandy of big black cock. His lower torso was completely overtaken with booty as she made steady dips to take his cock and simultaneously give him a show of jiggly globes. Even her tits were grooving in motion but those would matter far less to Miles even if her perky pink nipples were facing him. She simply had a huge fuckable ass and it was all his to watch as they fuck.
Miles could no longer remain passive as his hands glide along the soft cushions crashing down to his pelvis. Taking grip her hips only to pull her into his cock at a harder faster pace. "C'mon bitch I thought you wanted to get pregnant?" He said as if she wasn't already in the process of nurturing the spark of a baby in her stomach as they spoke.
"Yes, Miles! Anything for you and your magnificent black cock!" Gwen yelled as she sent her ass back at him in further worship of his fuck stick. Sinking against his meat she pushed his groin into the mattress only to plop back up leaving a swaying bounce even from Miles with each motion of her bubble booty. Miles took full advantage of this sending his hips forward in motion with the bounce sending Gwen upwards even higher. Now gliding to his tip her cunt made far more distance to descend back to his cock.
The intensifying motions continued to move the bodies into further extremes. Her ass was applying so much pressure downwards to him that Miles counter thrust propelled each of their body with such force be temporarily midair before tumbling ass meat collapsed back down into him. His balls swung like wildly freeing swing set, spanking her clit that was hardly capable of squirting any more pussy fluid.
Miles gripped the bed stabilizing the bounce of his body. In a swift motion, he plants his feet onto a steady surface giving him the leverage to thrust only his hips. Outstretching his groin onto Gwen as he lifts her body with his arching upwards managing to keep his feet and hands planted to the bed. Again, did Miles breed her womb, impaling her twitching body as she no longer could motion to bounce, nor did she want to? Another gallon of dick snot marked an extra confirmative pregnancy test into her fertile womb. It would be indistinguishable from her being 2 hours pregnant and 8 months as her stomach intensified in size at an even bigger proportion than her ass.
Gwen's lifeless body slid off his cock. Planting her face into the bed with an oozing cunt drooling a pool of seed between the two of them. She got what she wanted what she deserved and neither party wondered if this would save the multiverse. They only thought of each other and the pure animalistic attraction feeding their primal breeding session. Gwen could not move. no amount of spider strength could keep her up as the invasion of continuous orgasms that came from being filled.
Miles mounted her backside, feeling quite exhausted yet greedy with desire over Gwen's now pregnant body. His hand took a tight grip at her hair as his slimy cock sank between her ass cheeks. Miles arched over to speak directly into her ear while tugging at her head. "Ready for more slut? I know your already gonna be a mommy but I don't think I can keep my hands off you..."
Gwen couldn't possibly move but didn't have to either. Miles was firmly planted atop her already motioning his dick into her. Still, she moved her head with a blissed-out body too exhausted with cum to move any further. "Anything for you Miles." She said before sending a kiss to his cheek and readying herself to be plowed once again.